The voice of the heart

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The Lost Dog
Sarfaraz was just ten years old when he got his first dog — a golden-furred puppy with bright eyes and a tail that wagged like a flag of joy. He named him Rusty, because of the reddish-brown patches on his ears.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
The Tree That Remembered
There was a tree at the edge of the village — tall, old, and covered in deep, twisted bark. To most people, it was just a tree. But to Sarfaraz, it was everything.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
Waiting by the Gate
Sarfaraz had never been the best student in class. He was quiet, often distracted, and not particularly good at remembering equations or grammar rules. But there was one thing he never forgot — kindness. And that, he learned from Miss Leila, his teacher.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
The Strings Remember
The old rubab sat in the corner of the room, covered in a faded cloth, untouched for years. Its wooden surface was worn, the strings slightly rusted, but it still held a quiet grace — like a sleeping memory.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
The Box in the Attic
The attic was colder than she remembered. Dust danced in the shafts of sunlight streaming through the tiny window. The wooden floor creaked beneath every careful step, and the air smelled of forgotten things — like paper, time, and memories that had been left untouched for too long.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
The Eyes That Remember
Everyone said she had strange eyes. They weren’t blue or green or hazel. They were dark—so dark they seemed black at first glance. But in the sunlight, they shimmered like molten bronze, full of something ancient, something searching.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
Where the Tiger Waits
In a quiet village surrounded by deep forest, lived a widow named Amara and her two children — Rafi, her 10-year-old son, and Lina, her 14-year-old daughter.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
The Dog Who Knew Her Heart
Safraz had never felt truly understood by people. In a town where tradition was louder than truth, she walked quietly — observant, thoughtful, always carrying too much in her heart. She didn’t laugh too loud, didn’t dress too bright, and didn’t try to fit in. Her world was small, but it was hers.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
The Silence Between Us
Zaid had always found comfort in silence. The quiet corners of the madrasa, the hushed rustle of pages turning, the whispered prayers at dawn — they were his safe places, his home. While others sought expression in speech or debate, Zaid lived inside himself, guarded and observant.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter – A Mother’s Message
The rain tapped gently against the window as Sarfraz Haam sat alone in his room, staring at the brown envelope in his hands. It had no return address—only his name, written in soft, familiar handwriting that made his heart sink.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in Fiction
Who is Manzoor from Waziristan
The Story of Manzoor from Waziristan Manzoor was born in the remote and mountainous region of Waziristan, a place known for its stunning natural beauty but also for years of conflict and hardship. Waziristan, located in the tribal belt of Pakistan, has long faced challenges such as political instability, lack of education, and limited access to basic services. Despite these difficulties, Manzoor’s journey is a story of hope, courage, and relentless determination to bring positive change to his community.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in BookClub
📖 Sarfaraz A Tribute to Maulana Khan Zeb
📖 Sarfaraz A Tribute to Maulana Khan Zeb The Silence That Followed the Gunshots On the dusty road near Shindai Mor in Bajaur, time stopped. The echo of gunshots faded into the silence of shocked onlookers. Maulana Khan Zeb lay still — the voice that called for peace, the heart that beat for justice, silenced by bullets. Yet, even in death, his presence roared across mountains and minds: Sarfaraz — dignified in sacrifice.
By The voice of the heart6 months ago in BookClub